poems Wolf January 22, 2014by heather anne a wolf curls his lip his fang-baring smile reveals everything at once Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Dinner time? I wonder if that’s what my food thinks when I’m cooking it.
I like that, very visual
Thanks 🙂
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